“THE LAST DRIP”

Every morning,
I do this routine
until the last drip
of coffee balances
in the center of my
tongue. Then, I know
I don’t have much time
remaining before it is my
time to get up and get to
the part of this routine I hate.

narrative poem written on 09-15-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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